Trying it again.

So when I woke up this morning, I was (and still am) in a really good mood. So a few things haven’t gone my way, but I won’t let that get me down. For one, I’m trying to eat some cheerios but my milk is bad and Jenn has like a teaspoon of milk. What is even the point of keeping that? Just to piss me off? I thought so. But it’s cool because I’m in a good mood today. Also, a certain someone is refusing to talk to me, AGAIN. I swear that kid is blind. I have been hanging on his every word since the dawn of last year. Yeah, it’s true. I never talked to him before Pre-Cal last year but seriously. That doesn’t mean I’m not totally in love. And now he’s dating that girl. Gah! Stupid girl. I was here first! I’d also like to point out that I purposefully got up early to study today but instead I am blogging and listening to Michael Jackson. Yeah. I do that. Deal with it. Yeah, so I have to leave here in two minutes to meet Lindsey on time. So, I’ll be back. Probably next time I should be doing homework.
Later that day...
So here I am sitting with Aimee in El Bistro. And I thought to myself, I thought. “Theses bitches at the Bistro are reeeetarded.” They have 0 competence. I’m fairly sure I could do the job of three of them in half the time. You could say I’m pretty good at sandwich making due to my previous experience at Panera Bread. And I really don’t think it is as difficult to make a fucking burrito as they make it seem. There are about six different types of burritos/sandwiches to memorize. [And each person either makes sandwiches or burritos, so they don’t have to know both.] Then you put on the shit they want and leave off the shit they don’t. Not that hard. We have about…idk… 15 sandwiches at Panera, plus the salads and all the other shit we have to remember. And I know all that shit and I can handle leaving stuff off or adding stuff. Also, I love making sandwiches. I have no idea why. I think it is relaxing. Just stand around, throw some meat and lettuce on some bread and hand it to a boy. Then clean up after them. I guess I’m just really weird, but I love it. =]
Well I think Aimee is getting bored with my writing so I’ll stop for now. Were gonna talk about those gay guys sitting over there…Peace.